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âHalf your fault at the very least,â Stiles replied, somehow still casual despite the situation. Then again, it often seemed like he thrived on the danger, the risk. Maybe that was just a part of him now, and it certainly came into play whenever he was with Logan. âMaking me, your brother, your cockslut, you gotta own that, baby.â He whispered the words thickly, voice laced with lust even as he smirked from the filthy words. Riling people up, another thing he thrived on. He took a quick glance around before moving his hand, sliding it under Loganâs clothes to wrap around his cock, dragging his hand slowly. âFuck,â he muttered, feeling as his own length hardened at his brotherâs words. âLove it when you talk like that,â he said, leaning down to kiss along Loganâs neck again. âHow about we make that the plan, then? Iâll suck you off right here on the bus, and when we get home Iâll ride you while you keep saying all those nice things that get me going.â Giving another squeeze to Loganâs cock, he raised an eyebrow. âOr you can have me on my stomach and fuck me into the mattress. Whichever. Whatta ya say, huh?â
âMaybe half,â he conceded, biting his lower lip and groaning as softly as he could. Stiles was so good at riling him up and getting him hard. âItâs not my fault youâre a slut though and love my cock,â he said with a nod. âYou did that to yourself,â he returned, thrusting his hip up into his brotherâs hand. Logan leaned down slightly, catching his brotherâs lips in a quick kiss, before he shifted his hand again until his finger was lightly pressing over his brotherâs entrance, just teasing it. âFine,â he said with a grin, ready to have Stilesâs pretty lips around him. âIâll have to figure that out,â he mumbled. âOr Iâll ride you first, then fuck you into the mattress,â he grinned, his voice low. âFill you up with a few loads tonight, how does that sound?â he breathed against Stilesâs neck, nipping at it softly. Heâd have to be careful not to leave any marks.











